Chapter 2089: Sad song

Sir Castis walked over through the trees with a cane.
Apart from Heimdall, the old man also had two old classmates of Qiao Ann, Arnold Laval and Lori Grant, who had just graduated from the army last year.
Logan barely opened his eyes and looked guiltily at the staggering old man.
"My lord...I insist on staying till now, just to use my dying as my family and compatriots in exchange for a way to survive... Now my goal has been achieved, and I can go to see Istar without regret... Sorry , This is the first time I deceived friends and family, and the last time..."
The palm of the hand that was originally covering his chest slowly spread out, half of the sharp arrow with blood stains slipped from the man's fingers.
Qiao An stared at Uncle Logan in a daze, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the ends of his hair.
He had already noticed that Uncle Logan’s chest was bleeding, thinking that it was just that the wound had not healed completely. Only then did he discover that Uncle Logan had already suffered fatal injuries-a vicious crossbow almost penetrated his chest, deep Up to the heart!
Before this crossbow arrow was pulled out, although it caused great pain to Logan, it could at least delay the bleeding of the wound, and hang a sigh of relief to make him seem innocent.
Just now, when he personally drew this crossbow arrow from the wound, blood gushed out like a flood that burst a bank, and the remaining vitality also dissipated...
Logan Walsung, the war hero of Lake Aosta and Twilight Plains, fell on the battlefield where he was wounded and bleeding two years ago, closing his eyes forever.
Qiao An wanted to know that the moment Uncle Logan closed his eyes, he felt a little regret for helping the colonists defend Midgard City without hesitation...
Arnold and Lowry, under the order of Baron Laval, came to see Sir Castis, with shackles with them, and were ordered to the "bandit leader" Logan Walsung back to the barracks and imprison him. It was unexpected that the prisoner had not yet been tried. They chose to judge themselves, which surprised the two young officers very much.
Lowry took the lead to recover, and stepped forward to look at Logan's face. Based on the pastor's professional experience, he concluded that he had stopped his heartbeat and was not saved. He sighed and shook his head slightly at Arnold.
"Joan... the bandit committed suicide in fear of crime, what should I do next?" Arnold asked in a daze.
"You ask me, how do I know?" Qiao An didn't want the old classmate to see the tears in his eyes, and shouted without looking back: "Go ask your elder brother!"
"Uh, good!"
Arnold didn't understand why Qiao Ann was so angry at himself, but the solemn and sad atmosphere on the scene made him afraid to ask more, winked at Lowry, and the two hurried back to report.
Lord Castis shook off Heimdall's support and knelt down beside Logan's body, trembling fingers smoothed his old friend's eyes, tearing down.
"Lord, I know you are sad, but you still have to take care of yourself!" Heimdall persuaded.
The old man shook his head with tears, and said, "I can't blame Logan, even his children, for betraying their trust... If I can, I'm willing to use my life in exchange for his life."
"Lord Sir, I really can't figure it out. Logan has always been bold and open-minded, how could he suddenly lose his mind and just go to a dead end?"
Heimdall's eyes are intertwined with grief and confusion.
"He obviously has the opportunity to defend himself in court. It is not impossible to avoid the death penalty. Why did he choose to commit suicide?"
"Master Heimdall, what Uncle Logan said to me before his death happened to answer your question." Qiao Anqiang resisted his choking and said, "Uncle Logan cares not whether he can escape from crime, but who will ultimately To control the'right of conviction'."
"If he accepts a trial in a colonial court, it is tantamount to admitting that the aborigines should also accept the colonial government and abide by the laws made by the colonists. Regardless of the final outcome of the trial, he feels that he has lost. Rather than accept the trial in court, he I would rather end my life on the battlefield."
"Joan, in addition to what you said, there are actually other factors that made Logan embark on this ruined road, such as the trauma caused by the death of his beloved wife, and more importantly, that lofty ideal in his heart has been shattered. th."
Sir Castis took the handkerchief that Joan had handed him, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then said: "Logan has always dreamed of the aboriginals and colonists living in harmony. He has been working his life to promote this lofty goal However, when he learned that his pregnant wife was brutally killed by the colonists, from the moment he determined to avenge the colonists, the spiritual pillar that had supported him to this day has been silently collapsed."
"Looking back now, these signs that prompted Logan to embark on a path of no return are obvious, but I didn't notice it in time. Now it is too late to say these..."
Joanne was deeply touched by Sir Castis's confession, and the long-term resentment that had been buried in his heart finally could not be suppressed, and every accusation, like hot lava, gushed out through his throat.
"Lord Sir, as a witness to this tragedy, as a descendant of the colonists, I am ashamed of my identity!"
"When I think of some of our compatriots, especially those shameless and perfidy, those beasts who verbally admire the gods but do not do human affairs, sometimes I will be shaken, and I doubt that I have made such a great sacrifice to maintain human identity. Is it worth it?"
"If it's just a few people, I can comfort myself. Bad people are only a few."
"But look, isn't the entire Midgard colony filled with such shameless people?"
"Midgard people are always self-satisfied with being the chosen people of God, claiming that they have come to the New World to reclaim the land in accordance with their divine will, and proudly call the city they created the'city on the top of the mountain', but what they do In order to resemble a group of devils believers, Midgard, a mountain city, does not show the glory of a good god, but the arrogance of the devil!"
"I can't refute your accusation, child, but we must comfort ourselves. Humans are not all as bad as Midgard."
Sir Castis held Joanne's hand tightly, as if to pass on his little optimism to this young man full of grief and indignation.
"Moreover, even in Midgard, fifty righteous people can always be found. This city... never deserves to be destroyed."
"I hope so." Qiao An sighed.
At this moment, the sound of armor rubbing against branches and leaves came from behind, and Qiao An hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and helped Sir Castis to stand up.
The heavily armed Benedict Laval, like a machine made of steel, came to the woods where his enemies lay alone.